By Simon Morden
Rome used to be the heart of the main strong empire the realm had ever noticeable, yet that didn't cease it falling to Alaric the Goth, his horde of barbarian tribesmen and their wild spell-casting shamen. Having break up the partitions with their sorcery and slaughtered the population with their axes, the victors carved up the empire right into a sequence of bickering states which have been by no means greater than an insult clear of war.
A thousand years later, and Europe has turn into a nearly civilized position. The rulers of the previous Roman palatinates confine their conflict to the fast summer season months, alternate prospers alongside the rivers and roads, and farming has develop into much less back-breaking, all as a result magic, bestowed by way of gods, that infuses day-by-day life.
Even the barbarians' gods were tamed: the place as soon as human sacrifices poured their blood onto the floor, there are events and picnics, consuming and making a song, healthy for hot humans and their children.
But it seems like the gods are going to have the final giggle earlier than they slip quietly into ill-remembered obscurity...
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Translated via Andreas Helweg
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